Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Unwound,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.